"What about the Dragon race, the Phoenix race, the Black Tortoise race, and the White Tiger race? When will they arrive?"
Tongtian Jianmu asked in a deep voice.
"Patriarch, they are too preoccupied with their own survival. They are currently besieged by monsters. Even if they wish to help, they are powerless to do so," an Elder of the Wood Race said helplessly.
To be honest, they had sought help from the very beginning, but the other four major races were too busy dealing with their own crises. Allocating troops to rescue the Wood Race was out of the question, so now they were left to fend for themselves.
"Patriarch, let's flee. With our strength, we are no match for those demons," an Elder said grimly.
"Flee? Where can we go? This place is already surrounded by monsters. There is nowhere to run," another Elder replied.
"That's right, the entire Prehistoric World is under siege by those monsters. No matter where we flee, it's their territory."
"We have no escape."
The Elders of the Wood Race expressed their helplessness, overwhelmed by a deep sense of despair. They couldn't fight, nor could they flee. Was this not the most hopeless state imaginable?
"It seems we must follow the advice of those guest Elders, honor the heaven and earth, and communicate with the legendary plant Demon God," Tongtian Jianmu said.
The "guest Elders" referred to the Chaos Demon Gods who had previously joined the Wood Race.
"It's a pity the guest Elders were attacked and killed by the Demon Ancestor during the battle with the demons. Otherwise, how could our Wood Race have fallen into this predicament?" an Elder of the Wood Race said helplessly.
A few Chaos Demon Gods had joined the Wood Race long ago and had become their guest ministers. After countless years of fighting side by side, they had become like family. But unexpectedly, Luo Hu led a vast army of monsters to ravage the world, causing great destruction. The Chaos Demon Gods were unaware of the attack and were taken by surprise, losing their lives to Luo Hou's secret assault.
They had not yet obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi and had been reduced to ashes in the catastrophe, unable to witness the conclusion of this calamity. This was yet another trial on the road to sanctification. Countless Quasi-Saints had been wiped out in the pursuit of sanctification.
"But will it really succeed? The sacrifice requires most of the treasures of our Wood Race," an Elder said hesitantly.
They were familiar with this sacrificial method but had never used it. The reason was simple: the treasures required for the sacrifice were too vast, nearly half of the wealth of the Wood Race. Who would be willing to sacrifice so much wealth at once?
But now, with death looming, they had no choice but to consider this last resort.
"No choice. If we don't make the sacrifice, we will die. If we do, there's still a chance we might survive. Even if we don't use these treasures, we won't be able to keep them when the monsters invade," Tongtian Jianmu said solemnly.
The other Elders of the Wood Race nodded in agreement. Even without the treasures, once the monsters arrived, they would be lost anyway.
"Since this is the case, let us not waste time. We shall immediately build an altar, offer our tribute to heaven and earth, and communicate with the ancestors of all trees," Tongtian Jianmu commanded.
"Yes, Patriarch."
The Wood Elders immediately began to work. Soon, the altar was filled with precious offerings—treasures they had collected over countless years. Though reluctant, they had no other option but to bring them forth.
"Let us begin," Tongtian Jianmu said in a deep voice.
Rumble~~
In an instant, one of the Wood Race Elders infused their original energy into the altar. It trembled as countless chaotic runes appeared. At once, all the offerings vanished, and a massive beam of light shot up into the void, stretching across infinite time and space as though connecting to a powerful existence hidden deep within time and space.
"Did we succeed?"
The Wood Elders exchanged uncertain glances. They followed the method taught by the guest Elders, but they didn't know whether it would work.
"Perhaps we still need to speak the sacrificial words," Tongtian Jianmu said after a moment's hesitation.
"Lord World Tree, please show mercy and save the Wood Clan from extinction."
An Elder of the Wood Race formed seals with both hands, infusing his thoughts into the ritual. His intentions seemed to give rise to countless chaotic runes, resonating with the laws of heaven and earth.
"How bothersome. Who is buzzing in my head all day? Don't you know I'm in the middle of a game? There's a boss I can almost defeat, and if I get disconnected, I'll make you regret it."
A voice suddenly echoed from the depths of the altar, tinged with impatience.
What?!
The Wood Elders were stunned. They could not understand what the mysterious voice was referring to—what was this about a game and a boss?
Were they truly communicating with the great, indescribable, and incomprehensible god—the ancestor of all plants, who existed beyond the heavens and worlds?
"Huh? What kind of world is this? Why haven't I seen it before? No way, this is the Prehistoric World. Isn't this world sealed by Gu Chuan?"
The voice rang out again, followed by a pair of eyes appearing above the beam of light.
In an instant, all the Elders of the Wood Race nearly lost their minds. What kind of eyes were these? They seemed to contain the immense power of the world—an unfathomable, terrifying force. Just looking at them shattered their souls, as though infinite messages flooded their consciousness, threatening to tear their minds apart.
"AHHH!!!"
A scream filled the air as the Wood Elders writhed in agony. Even as Quasi-Saints, they could not withstand the overwhelming power, and it felt as though they were on the brink of death.
Even Tongtian Jianmu felt that incomprehensible divine power. Despite the vast distance in time and space, just a hint of its breath seemed capable of crushing the very fabric of reality.
What kind of terrifying existence had they just contacted?
But then the voice came again: "Interesting, truly interesting. A Prehistoric World, huh? That guy Gu Chuan has sealed this place for so long. What's so great about it? I'll go in and have a look."
As soon as the words left its "mouth," a series of emerald-green branches appeared in the depths of the beam of light. They were filled with a terrifying chaotic aura, as though they could obliterate all laws.
Even a mere breath of chaotic energy could annihilate all life in the area.
The Wood Elders were consumed by regret. What kind of horrific existence had they communicated with? And now it was coming to this world in person.
They realized that the threat posed by this being was far greater than the monsters they had been trying to escape from.